How do you know
when you’ve written the perfect poem?
how do you show it,
when they already know it?
what if I wrote a verse everyday?
and is it more legitimate if I were to get paid?

I have all these words in my head
of love
and of wonder,
of theories
and of blunders.
but will they all fit together?

will they move you and the world
and be something to show?
something to read everyday
-to move you along
and pave a way?

you know if I could,
I’d tell you all the right things
and be your savior,
your encyclopedia,
your wheels ,
and your wings.

I’d have a verse
to cover all topics
-and one to cover all occasions.
and every time you read them
it would be like a vacation.

it would be modest and humble
yet still so aureately moving
it would make your heart rumble;
nothing so contrived, that if the ideals prove inept,
it would make your soul crumble.

…something to show you
that I genuinely care
and that I’m not one big bribe
that hustles love and benevolence
from anywhere.

…something to prove
that compassion is not a myth.
and something
that you can always take-with.

I’ll leave my desire at that
and my plea for unadorned perfection right here….
and I’ll tell you more about it
when you inquire about my fears.